Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Monday, October 5, 2015

Rainstorm in desert

Fragrance of her soul,
A rainstorm in the desert,
Quenches all my thirst.


Inspired by the prompt at

8 comments:

Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.